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Forty (Free verse) by gilded in gold
He begins
again and awaits
spring with a dull razor
and a clean skull - pure
like water
The cat always comes to
kiss his ear when he goes
to touch his toes and
stretch his bones
are so very ready to run
run run
His memory slipped and the peace lilies
come in from
the fire escape and shed
their frost fur : four stories up
He steps on all the mail on the way out the door
On Washington Ave the cracks in the
concrete are gilded in snow
(he glares down on them)
This is why he waited to be forty
to peel layers and beat his body
to rule as he runs,
king of his own city
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